You and Druig have been friends…well forever. Now you’re something just a little more. You just want a fun night with your friends. And you almost get one, until Druig gets jealous.
“Why d’you insist on going out with them like this?” Druig’s heavily accented voice breaks through the silence of your room.
You look up from putting on your favorite heels, and find him leaning against your doorway.
You roll your eyes, fully prepared to ignore him.
“It’s below us, below you…” he continues.
“Druig if you want to come out with us, just say that” you tease, and it’s his turn to roll his eyes.
“That’s the las’ thing I want” he says, standing up straight and walking towards where you were sitting on the bed. Your eyes are glued to him as he makes his way over to you in only a few confident strides.
You stare up at him, blue eyes meeting yours.
“What I really want…” he begins, grabbing your chin with his long fingers.
“Is for you to stay here so we can have some fun of our own….instead you want go get gawked at by pathetic humans” he growls, grip getting tighter.
“I’m going out to have fun with my friends, if ‘pathetic humans’ wanna stare, what can I do?” You say with a smile and shrug, standing to push past him. An abrupt end to the previously intense moment.
You had to walk away, his invitation almost had you ready to peel off your skin tight dress and climb him right then. But you’d never let him know that.
He sighs dramatically, and you press your lips together to hide a smirk.
“Well, I guess I am going” he says, and you truly hadn’t expected him too.
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You don’t know why you feel so anxious about going out with Druig. He knew how interact with humans; most of the time.
There was just something about him seeing another yet another side of you. He’d seen you as a partner and fellow Eternal for years. Then from friends to best friends, and now something just a little more.
It didn’t feel right for Druig to see you grinding with your friends, tipsy and giggly. But it excited you all the same. He watched you with a cool look almost the entire night. His demeanor is entirely different from the internal discourse happening in his head.
-
Druig was mesmerized. Seeing you let loose and dance your heart out with your friends. It reminded him again how much the small moments matter.
He often found himself struggling. He hated getting close to humans. For what? Half a century of friendship and then centuries of remembering them with sadness.
It couldn’t be worth it, he thought.
But you? You made him question everything.
The only thing he was certain about was that his eyes weren’t the only ones on you. You were stunning, Druig saw it and so did everyone else.
Druig is pulled from his thoughts when you over to him, a drunken grin plastered on your face.
“One more round of shots, and then we can go. I promise” you slur a bit and he can’t help but chuckle.
“I don’t know if you need another darlin’ but go on” he laughs. You giggle, leaning forward to place a quick kiss on his cheek.
“Be right back!” You call over your shoulder, heading to the bar. His eyes watch you the whole way, somehow managing to gracefully maneuver your way through the crowd.
He stares at the way your legs glisten as you cross them over each other when sit on the tall stool. How the bartender flocks to you, ignoring his other patrons to tend to you. Druig scoffs to himself at the desperate attempt, reminding himself that he was the one who got to take you home tonight.
He watches him go to make your drink, the way he keeps sending flirtatious looks. Still Druig stands collected from across the room.
Until he brings over your drink. The way the bold bartender leans to whisper in your ear. Giving you a wink as he sets the glass down in front of you.
Druig is beside you before the idea of moving even fully forms in his mind.
“Let’s go” he says sternly but quietly.
You give him a confused look, your intoxicated brain unaware as to why he wanted to leave so suddenly.
“You said one more drink!” You whine, catching the bartenders attention.
Druig feeling his patience running out quickly as the man inserts himself into your conversation.
“Hey, this guy bothering you?” He asks,
“Mind your own fucking business” but Druig cuts him off, turning to you again.
“I’m fine thanks, he’s my boyfriend” you say calmly, “Sorry about that, he has a bit of a temper. But we’re leaving now. Thanks!” You get up quickly, seeing the other man getting ready to say something.
No matter how drunk you were, you knew an angry Druig would not be pretty. Actually he’d be really pretty, but still; not good.
You grab his hand, pulling him towards a desolate corner.
He lets you drag him along, still shocked that you had called him your boyfriend.
“Druig! You can’t just go around cursing people out whenever you so please!” You reprimand him. All the while trying to hide how turned on having him boss you around had made you, and him trying to hide the way blood rushed to cock at the title; “boyfriend”
“I can actually” he smirks and you shake your head exasperatedly.
“Why’d you want to leave! I just got my drink” you ask, taking a step closer to him.
“So, you’re telling me; you didn’t notice the way the bartender was drooling all over you?” He hums, grabbing your waist and pulling you against him.
“You’re the only man I ever pay attention too Druig, you should know that by now” you whisper.
He feels any unease leave his body at your words. Now fully encompassed by his desire for you. He’s the only man you paid attention to? And fuck, he knew you meant it. Even without his powers.
“You want me to be your boyfriend? And fuck you like you really deserve?” He inquires with a cocky tilt of his head. Voice laced with the promise of something wild.
You mewl, pressing yourself harder against his solid chest in submission.
“That’s exactly what I want” you answer, and this time he’s dragging you along. Right to the women’s bathroom.
“What if someone need to pee!” You squeak as he closes the door behind you.
“Screw em’” he groans, pushing you up against the nearest wall.
His lips meet yours with a fervor you’d never felt in your thousands of years of life. Warmth spread through you as his tongue pressed between your lips.
He kissed you deeper, hands running up and down your sides and your feel dizzy. You hate that you have to come up for air, breathing deeply while Druig nipped at the side your neck, surely leaving love-bites.
You feel wobbly on your on two feet, maybe it was liquor. Or maybe it was Druig. The way his fingers felt squeezing your sides, hugging and stroking you like he couldn’t get enough.
Or his lips on the sensitive skin on your neck, the feeling of his lips teeth sinking in to bring the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain.
You push him back a little, and he stumbles, caught off guard.
Before he can question you, you’re dropping to your knees in front of him and the air leaves his lungs with a whoosh.
He has to calm himself down as he watches your fingers undo the button of pants. All Druig can do is stare when you slowly pull them down, swiftly followed by his boxers.
You take his length in your hand, glancing up at him from beneath your lashes as you waste no time taking him in your mouth.
“Fuck” he swears, hips jerking forwards a bit. You place a hand there to keep him still, and steady yourself as you bob your head along his thick cock.
You hollow your cheeks, sucking harder and one his hands comes down to guide the back of your head. His fingers tangle in your hair as you work him.
“You’re sucking me off so well, love” he groans, tossing his head back. His words only spur you on, and you pull back for a second to spit on his length before taking him all the way down your throat. You gag a bit at how big he is but you don’t stop.
“Jesus Christ, babe” he gasps, leaning forward as his cum spurts down your throat with no warning. You swallow him down, licking his cock clean while his chest heaves and he tries to gather himself.
“Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t warn you” he apologizes once he catches his breath, pulling you up to your feet.
“Don’t apologize” you giggled, straightening your dress and Druig raises an eyebrow.
“I hope you didn’t think you could suck me off like that and not let me repay you…” he questions, backing you into the sink.
“Druig, we’re in a public bathroom! We should go” you say.
His eyes look you up and down, hand trailing up your thigh before cupping your dripping pussy.
“We‘ll leave. After I fuck you” he asserts, grabbing you and turning you around so your facing the sink now.
He presses himself against your ass, grinding into you. And you can feel his dick hardening even through your dress.
“Bend over for me, Y/N” he instructs and you comply, eyes meeting his in the mirror as you do.
“You are the most gorgeous girl in the Universe” he hums, hands massaging your ass.
“I can’t believe you let me fuck you…” he continues and you know when he talks this much you’re in for it.
He pulls up your dress, landing a hard smack to your ass and you whimper.
Druig pushes your panties to the side, too eager to be inside you to bother with having you take them off.
One of his fingers pushes into your wetness without warning and your head drops forward at the sensation. He pulls his finger out slowly, enjoying the way you tried to keep the digit inside of you.
“So ready for me” he teases, slipping the finger covered in your juices into his mouth with a moan. “Tastes like heaven..” he compliments, lining his cock up with your entrance.
You feel his tip brush against your core and then he’s breaking you open on his cock. He doesn’t give you anytime to adjust before he’s pounding into you.
“Is this what you wanted?” He asks, leaning so his chest is pressed against your back. All you can do is hold onto to sides of sink as he slams into you over and over again.
You nod wearily as he reaches a hand down to rub your clit. His fingers work the sensitive nub expertly and your thighs shake at his careful ministrations, completely opposite the brutal pace of his cock.
Druig places his lips to your ear, licking and whispering. You pant as the pleasure builds up inside of you.
“You’re pussy’s so fucking tight, feels like silk” he groans, changing his angle so he could hit that one spot that always had you seeing stars.
“I’m gonna cum, Druig” you almost sob as your high washes over you. Your body spasms around him and he holds you impossibly closer through your orgasm.
You think your legs would give out if he wasn’t holding onto you so tightly as he filled you with his cum.
The two of you both try to recuperate, looking at each other with a laugh.
“Now we can go”
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hey babes, I’m sorry I meant to post this Friday but life got hectic!! anyways someone requested jealous!Druig and someone else asked for friends w benefits so here you goooo❤️ idk how I feel about this one but I have a lot stuff coming im really excited about! currently working on Bad Night part 2 & some sexpollen Druig cause why tf not.
Summary: They believed that you and Druig was soulmates, that you would marry him one day just like your brother and Sersi, but it all shattered one day when Druig left and you were alone in the darkness.
A/N: I love Druig and Sersi’s powers in this film. To be honest, this film wasn’t that great like the others marvel movies but the visualls was amazing. This is my first writing Druig and i hope that i wrote him correctly lmao.
You were attracted to each other and every time he was in the same room as you, you could feel yourself pulling towards him. Everyone believed that one day you and he would be together, almost being together in a relationship just like Sersi and Ikaris.
They believed that the two of you were soulmates, but when the day Druig decided to leave you and your family, it felt like a part of you was gone. Soon enough, you started to stop believing that the two of you were destined for each other.
Your brother, Ikaries didn’t get along with Druig and when he saw how he broke your heart, he wanted nothing but protect you and take the pain away. But he knew that a part of you will always be loving him.
But now, centuries later, you were walking through the Amazon along with the rest of your family. It was a family reunion since Ajak was dead and the deviants were back. You were extremely nervous and your breathing quickened as you tried to find Druig.
‘’Are you alright?’’ Your thoughts snapped away as soon you heard Sersi’s voice. You turned your eyes, just to meet hers with a concerned expression on her face. Sersi was like a sister to you. Probably why you immediately accepted her when your brother married her in the first place.
‘’Fine, just nervous, that’s all.’’ You replied and tried to send her an assuring smile. However, she noticed your hesitation and didn’t ask any questions. You stopped in your tracks and you could feel the pull. The pull when he used to be near your body and you could feel it.
The doors suddenly opened and your eyes drifted towards the familiar brown eyes that you tried to forget. ‘’Hello, Y/n.’’ He greeted you, ignoring the rest of the others. You looked at him, trying to cover the overwhelming emotions. ‘’Druig.’’ You responded dryly before he looked at the others. You could feel your brother’s gaze on you as Druig looked at them with a smirk.
‘’Come on in, make yourself at home.’’ He commented. After all those years you’ve tried to forget him but yet you felt yourself pulling back to him.
Summary: you and Druig have always been close to each other and thought nothing but as a close friend. Having the powers that could drain life from your hands and being banished because you accidentally killed a human being, Ajak didn’t have a choice but make you leave the family. Years after when Ajak is dead and the deviants are back, you are the last one they needed.
A/N: I decided to make the reader have a different powers instead of ice and or fire. I hope it was okay and i hope it is possible for the reader having the power of death??
Warnings: violence, trauma, mentions of death, angst.
You didn’t understand why Arishem created you like this. For years, you’ve tried to understand your powers. Tried to control them whenever you touched something, but they would always leave the scent of death.
That’s why you hated physical touch. When people would try to touch you by accident, you would flinch away from them. Druig would always understand how you would think.
That’s why you liked him in the first place. No matter if he could catch a glimpse of you, he would always know what you think. The two of you had a bond like no one had in the family. He would always try and make you laugh, comfort you when you would ask questions about why Arishem created you. You would always think of yourself as a monster that drained people from being alive, but Druig was always there to comfort you.
But not when you accidentally killed someone.
It was one rule that you had when all of you were surrounded by humans. You weren’t allowed to have bare hands since Ajak was afraid that you would use your powers. That they would turn against you because of your powers.
You thought they would understand because you didn’t want to hurt anyone. “Please, you have to understand, it wasn’t my fault,” You begged Ajak, her eyes drifted towards the poor innocent child in front of you, laying dead.
“I didn’t want to hurt her.” You begged her with tears in your eyes. Your eyes drifted towards your family behind her. You saw that they didn’t want to meet your eyes.
“I know, but I can’t let you do this anymore,” Ajak responded with sympathy. “It was a mistake-” You tried to reason, but you stopped when you saw her made the decision.
“Druig?” You pleaded. You looked at him as you saw his gaze on the floor like the rest of your family. For years, you thought they would be your family, they always supported you but not this time.
-
“Are you sure about this?” Ikaris questioned with uncertainly behind his voice. He stared at the small house on the hill that stood silently and watched them from afar.
“Last time we talked to her was when Ajak banished her…” Ikaris responded and looked at the rest of them gathering around them.
“Let me go first, maybe she will talk to me,” Sersi replied.
“Why do you think that she will go through you?” Druig questioned as she looked at him. “Because she trust me, it took a while to gain her trust back after everything,” She told him. Sersi walked towards the house as Kingo, Sprite, Ikaris, Druig, Thena, and Gilgamesh were down.
Sersi stared at the door before knocking on it. “Y/N? Are you home? It’s Sersi,” She called out. “I just want to talk,” She replied and tried to knock again but received no answer. She let out a sigh before she thought of a moment.
Walking behind the house, she saw a familiar figure in front of her. She smiled when she saw you cutting a three-branch and placing it in your basket.
“Y/N,” Sersi responded before looking at the cherry tree. “It’s beautiful, you always had a thing with plants,”
“I never understood why,” Sersi replied with a light chuckle. You looked at her, unfazed. “You brought them here,” You told her. She looked at you with guilt. “Listen-”
“And I told you not to,” You cut her off.
“I know,” Sersi responded. “But it is important,” You scoffed at her and placed the scissor down. “Last time I remember, I wasn’t involved with your superhero needs,” You scowled at her.
“Ajak is dead,” She blurted out. You stood frozen for a while before you looked at her with an unreadable expression. “The deviants are back and we need you, Y/N,”
“Your the only one who has the power enough to kill them,” Sersi replied. “I may have the power to kill them, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to use them on you if you’re not leaving,” You threatened her.
“Y/N, please…” Sersi begged. “Don’t do this,” She pleaded with you and began to step away. You tilted your head towards her and smirked.
“I’m going to stop if you’re not leaving,” You warned her as your eyes began to glow. Sersi looked at you before you and before you could attack her, you could hear someone scream your name. “Y/N, stop!” Druig used his powers as he pushed Sersi out of his way.
You stopped as you looked at Druig. You scoffed as you saw your family standing in front of you. “I said stop,” He replied and stepped closer. “This will be your final warning,” You told them as you looked at Gilgamesh, Thena, Sprite, Ikaris, and Sersi before walking away back to the house.
“So, what the hell are we doing now?” Sprite asked them. Druig let out a sigh as he watched you walk back towards the house. He understood you more than anyone could and he knew that he could fix the bond between you.
“I will go and talk to her,” He responded before following after you, leaving them with confused expressions.
Request: “Hi, Hannah! How are you? Well, I’m a Marvel girl and I found out you write about some of my favourite characters I saw that request about Paul Artreids and I wanted to know if you would write for me Bucky, Druig and Doctor Strange reacting to neck kisses, please” Anon
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Bucky
The silken sheets slipped past her hand easily as she shifted. She was waking herself up – something she normally did after an unsettling dream.
Or if she was needed.
Her eyes opened slowly, full of sleep. It was still dark, probably the middle of the night.
Directly in front of her was Bucky, laying on his back atop the sheets. His chest rose and fell with steady breaths, his arms stuck at his sides. His eyes were wide and staring at the ceiling.
This was one of those times when she was needed.
Making sure to sigh loudly as to not startle him, (Y/N) inched forward until she was able to pull on his arm. She wrapped it around her as she laid herself onto his torso.
“Hello,” she whispered.
Bucky swallowed, “Hello.”
The grip he had on her waist was tight, but she didn’t complain. She wound a hand up to his face. “I was just thinking about that summer we spent in California…”
“You were just sleeping.”
“As I was saying – thinking about California – remember the beach?”
They sat in silence for a few moments, (Y/N) still on the edge of sleep. She began to tap a finger on his cheek. She felt it lift as he smiled.
“I remember a large umbrella, sandy shorts, and possibly scarring a little girl.”
(Y/N) tilted her head until her nose was brushing his jawline, “I’m sure that little girl had seen her parents kissing before.” She placed her lips against his neck.
Bucky had that smile in his voice now, “It was embarrassing.”
“Well, I assure you…” she kissed just under his jaw, “We won’t get caught now.”
His fingers dug into her waist, “You should be sleeping.”
“As should you.” She kissed up towards his ear, “But I find you awake.”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
(Y/N) knew this. She often found him lost in thought after a nightmare, scared and unable to move for fear of being away from her.
He needed to take his mind off those intrusive thoughts. And (Y/N) knew the right distraction.
Bucky tilted his head to the side, giving her full access to the sweet skin of his neck. She grinned, nipping and kissing, giving him something much more present to think about.
“I know what you’re doing,” he grumbled, his breaths picking up.
She nuzzled him, itchy against his scruff, “I’d rather be the focus of your thoughts just now.”
“Well, it’s working,” he sighed gratefully, pulling on her until she was fully on top of him now.
She giggled, holding his face while he held the small of her back. “Good.”
He rose his head just enough to capture her lips with his.
Druig
(Y/N) walked around the living room with a bowl of potato chips, munching away. She went for the corner of the couch, crossing her legs and resting the bowl in her lap.
The TV rang to life as she fiddled with the remote. She could hear a heavy set of boots tromping down the stairs and the corner of her mouth lifted.
“What are we watching?” Druig came into the room.
“Well,Iwas going to watch The Bachelor,” she said, concentrating on the screen.
He jumped over the back of the couch, bouncing on the cushions, “Sounds good to me.” His hand reached over to grab at the chips, but she smacked him.
“My show, my snack,” she giggled, “Go find your own food.”
“But these are so conveniently within my reach,” he poked her side, making her squirm, “Let me have some.”
She smacked his hand again, “Nope.”
Suddenly her jaw went slack, her shoulders slumped, and she willingly passed the bowl. When she snapped out of it, she was immensely confused.
“Hey!” she shouted, “Mind control is cheating.”
Druig laughed, eating the chips, “I did ask nicely; I resorted to my last resource.”
“Excuse me, I didn’t hear a single please when you asked.” She reached for the bowl and Druig lifted it out of her reach.
“Ask nicely.”
“You didn’t,” she accused, starting to climb over him.
Druig held the bowl over his head, smirking at the way she was now straddling him. “You never listen to me.”
“Say something nice, then.” (Y/N) got close and in his face, nose to nose. They were both smirking at this point.
Her hands were just reaching out to touch his hair when he suddenly stood. (Y/N) fell hilariously to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
Druig munched on another chip, “Oh, I’m sorry – did that hurt?” The sarcasm was clear.
(Y/N) stared at him with an evil eye as he got comfortable on the couch again.
“What? I said sorry.”
She frowned, getting up and walking to behind the couch. Druig stole the remote to turn on the latest episode, triumphant.
(Y/N) knelt down and nuzzled her head next to his. “You sure you want to watch this?” She brushed her nose along his ear.
Druig hummed delightfully, “How else am I supposed to find out who he ends up with?”
She kissed behind his ear, “I guess you’re right.” She made her way down towards his neck, breathy and open-mouthed. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his hand clench against his lap.
“This is a change,” he whispered, getting breathless himself.
(Y/N) giggled against his skin, tickling him. She nipped with her teeth, leaving marks she knew would purple in a few hours. She could feel the deep hum in his throat as she left lingering kisses. His head tilted away to give her more room.
Then she snatched the bowl of chips and ran.
“Hey!”
“Who needs mind control,” she laughed.
Stephen
Stephen floated around the library in his astral form. Waving his hands, he summoned more books needed for his research.
Behind him was his physical body, asleep in a chair. His arms were folded and his head lolling to the side.
He was working on a rather tough case of stolen magic. He had spent the past few days scouring the library and archives for traces of the magic – a kind he didn’t recognize as of yet. It led to his bad habit of losing sleep and caring about nothing else.
As a result, his physical form fell prey to sleepiness.
He was just perusing a tome of ancient spells when he felt an itch on his neck. He leaned over and tried to rub it against his shoulder. But it persisted.
He used his hand and rubbed at it. It started tickling.
Stephen scratched behind his ear and down his neck, starting to get annoyed.
Then suddenly it dawned on him that he just so happened to be in his astral form. He tossed the book away and floated around the shelves to peer at his sleeping body.
There behind his shoulder was (Y/N), leaning over and lightly kissing his neck. It was strange seeing her kiss himself, almost like the beginnings of jealousy. But that was ridiculous – she was kissing him.
His neck tickled again, and he shivered. He was suddenly very anxious to get back into his body.
(Y/N) traced a finger along his jaw as she peppered him with waking kisses. She continued as his eyes started flitting open. But soon after he sighed in contentment, humming deep in his throat.
He reached up and took her tracing finger, pulling it down to where he could kiss her hand.
“Good morning,” she whispered, kissing his neck slower. She was drawing out each peck. “Or should I say afternoon – I believe it’s four o’clock.”
Stephen, voice full of sleep, said, “I couldn’t fend it off any longer.”
“Sorry to wake you then,” she said against his throat, her breath making his shoulders tense slightly.
He was all low and gruff when he said, “I needed a break anyway.”
She combed through his hair with her fingers, pulling him away and kissing up towards his ear. She sucked just behind it, manifesting a bruise to grow there later. Stephen shifted in his seat, trying to keep his breaths even.
“You’ve been reading in your sleep again?”
He tried to take a calming breath, “I couldn’t stop my research because of a little thing like sleep.”
“But you’ve stopped your research now,” she giggled, sending a shiver down his spine.
He waved a relaxed hand, “I’d stop anything and everything to spend a little time with you.”
a/n: I got a request in my inbox for an unrequited love fic for druig, it was the same request that @tokkiotears received. I made sure to discuss this with her to see if it was okay if I went through with the request even though our stories would obviously be different and she let me know it was okay so yeah! I know there’s a ton of unrequited love fics for druig out there but considering the requests were the exact same I wanted to cover my basis!
a/n: DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE, REPOST OR TKE CREDIT FOR MY WORK!! THANKS!!
